Saturday, November 11, 2006

Look at this poor child. Three weeks of suffering ensued before we finally decided that something was definitely wrong and got him into the doctor. You see, he had a cold about a month ago, so we figured that the resulting itchy nose, watery eyes, and ticklish throat issues were a byproduct of the cold. However, it didn't clear up, and in fact continued to get worse. Look at these red and watery eyes! The last couple of weekend's photos are awful, he looks so worn down and out of it. Neither Nic nor I have allergies, nor have we had any experience with allergies in our families, so it came as a surprise to us that our son needs to take Claritin once daily during the spring and fall for sure, and at any other time that he exhibits symptoms. Poor boy. Two days on and he is doing so much better.

I apologise in advance for the following break in posting due to our upcoming trip home to San Diego. Kel and I will be gone for 3 1/2 weeks. I am ready for a break in the sunshine and it is of course always lovely to see my family and friends. The culmination of our trip is my sister's wedding at the MGM Grand Hotel & Casino in Las Vegas on December 9th. We fly home from Vegas the next day. I shall post again with photos and news after our return.

You don't know how badly I wanted to push the button that activates the "spitting fish" function!

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Last weekend, Kellan participated in the Funshop Amtrak train ride from Springfield to far away Lincoln, IL. Well, far away by about 35 miles. He loved every minute, primarily because 99% of his waking life is consumed by the thought of trains.

Here he is, on the platform awaiting the train. Shall I confess that, even when not riding the train, one of his favourite activities is doing just this -- standing on the platform awaiting the train? Yes, that would be the train that he is not going to ride, but who's mere presence in his life is enough to cause screaming, jumping up and down, and much waving of arms. I blame his father.

Friday, November 03, 2006

One of Kellan's very favourite treats is an hour in front of MUZZY, his French language programme. I am thrilled with the fact that he can recite the script word for word in absolutely perfect French, that I can ask him questions and hold short conversations in French, and, heck, there is nothing cuter than the way that he sings the "Bonjour" song (you'll know what I mean if you too are a Muzzy household). But, t.v. is t.v. and I don't like him having too much of it. Below is a typical morning in our house when Kellan has already had his episode of Dora or The Backyardigans, yet still wants his Muzzy.

Come on, Mom, this is educational. You know you want to...

Seriously Mom, just put it in the machine.

My brain is beginning to atrophy, I can hardly remember a single word in French! Put in my Muzzy now!